Dream Home
'It's nearly time to go, mate.'
Justin stuck his head around the corner of the dirty old workshop and took in the sight of Frank sitting on the floor. He was so engrossed in contemplating the small, black notebook he held in his scarred hands that he hadn't even registered Justin was speaking. The familiar growl of the incoming wormhole was starting and they were standing in an abandoned mechanics building, anticipating the next leg of their adventure. They had tracked this interstellar opening for days and Justin was thirsty as he addressed the essentially empty room. "Reckon there are any beers in that fridge? They might not even have good water where we end up next so we should check to make sure.' Justin walked quickly across to the old rusty fridge and yanked it open. The door broke and crashed loudly onto Justin's foot, then the floor, snapping Frank out of his haze.